Monthly Archives: November 2012

New Release News (and an Interview): Betrayed by Alyssa Fox #releaseday #eBook

kablam_PanicI am a bit behind schedule today — work always seems to get me when I have other things to do, but today is release day for Alyssa Fox’s erotic romance, BETRAYED – the second story in her Sizzling Nights series published by Evernight Publishing.

As part of the happy event, I have scored an interview with Ms. Fox. Yay me (and you guys).

Bex: A big thank you to Alyssa for agreeing to stop in today. First off, huge congrats on the release. I think we’ll start off with a bit about how you write. Are you a pantser or a plotter?

Alyssa: I’m a plotter for the most part. I have written some short stories as a panster, but feel more comfortable with plotting.

Bex: Do you have any writing rituals or special processes you complete before sitting down to write?

Alyssa: I have to have my playlist going while writing, and either coffee or a pop next to me.

Bex: What authors inspire you?

Alyssa: Maya Banks, Shayla Black and Nora Roberts are just a few that inspire me.

Bex: Are any of your characters modeled after real people?

Alyssa: Not in this book, but in my debut book, Road to Recovery, Erin was modeled after my best friend.

Bex: What music was on your playlist while writing your novel?

Alyssa: That’s a tough question to answer. I listen to a lot of different genres of music. For, Betrayed I had country, rock, and pop on my playlist for the book.

Bex: Morning person or grumpy bear?

Alyssa: I’m a grumpy bear. Give me my coffee and get out of my way!

Bex: My kinda girl! What group were you a part of in High School? Jocks? Nerds? Metal heads?

Alyssa: I was in the group where they got into trouble a lot, but I was pretty quiet and shy. I didn’t get into too much trouble.

Bex: What is next for you?

Alyssa: I’m working on book three, in the Sizzling Nights Series, which is Kevin’s book.  You get to see a little more of him in this book.

Bex: What is the oddest question you’ve been asked with respect to your book?

Alyssa: Does your husband help with research for the sex scenes?

Bex: If I were to look in your closet right now, would I find frills and lace or denim and tees?

Alyssa: I’m definitely a denim and tees type of girl.

Thanks for stopping by 🙂 Great answers.

Now that we’ve learned a bit more about Alyssa and her writing process, let’s take a look at her new release, BETRAYED.

BETRAYED Blurb: Tasha Thomas’s life has been turned upside down. One day at work she finds evidence that her boss the Mayor is heading up a sex ring. She’s in over her head. He sends his men after her for knowing too much information. After escaping her kidnappers, she runs to her husband Alex for help.

Alex is shocked to see his wife who left months ago on his doorstep. He’s never gotten over her leaving. He vows to protect her with the very last breath in his body. Except all the evidence points to her being guilty of being the head of the sex ring, his FBI team has been trying to bring down. Can he prove her innocents and show her that they still belong together, before he losses her for good?

EXCERPT:  (NOTE: This is an erotic romance so the excerpt below may not be suitable for readers under 18 — If you are not over 18 or are offended by erotic literature, please do not read further)

A hot palm pressed into her hips, forcing out a shaky breath. Alex stood behind her.

“Move your legs back some more,” he said in a low voice. “I’ll steady you. Just like that, good, now arch your back some more.”

His finger trailed across her spine, and without thinking, she arched toward him. Her mind stilled, and all she could think of was him, and how his hands held her. How she wanted him to do more, touch her further. Heat raced down her spine, pooling into her sex.

“Thanks.” She hoped he didn’t hear the way her voice shook.

His hand slid the rest of the way down her spine and over her ass. Tremors rushed through her body as he massaged like he had all day to keep her on edge. Alex pressed a finger close to the cleft, and she stopped breathing. He pushed his hand up her leg and into her shorts and panties. Without a warning, he plunged deep into her wet folds. Ruthless. He didn’t let her body get use to the sensation before he circled her sex. Nothing felt as good as her husband touching her.

“Alex, we can’t.” No matter how badly she wanted him, she couldn’t risk her heart.

With a quick flick of his finger against her clit, all reasoning of why they couldn’t vanished. She grabbed her legs to keep steady.

“Shh, Tasha, feel me touching you. Don’t think for now.” Strain dripped with each word. He’d been as affected as her.

She couldn’t think even if she wanted to with the sensations washing over her body. Alex’s erection pressed against the small of her back. Blood rushed to her head making her lightheaded. She should say something, but words wouldn’t come—only moans. He wanted her as much as she wanted him in this moment. Her breasts ached with need as her nipples pebbled with each relentless stroke of her clit. As he drove her closer to the edge, she couldn’t catch her breath. Pure hot heat scorched across her body.

“Yes, right there, oh my, Alex!” she screamed out her climax.

He moved back as he helped her stand. Slowly, she raised her hands to her head as the blood drained back, and the lightheadedness she felt started to fade. Spots danced on the outside of her vision. She closed her eyes and waited for the rushing feeling and the room to stop spinning. What just happened? Damn it, she’d let her guard down for what? An orgasm? No, make that a mind blowing one. One she would do all over again.

She took a deep breath in, opened her eyes and saw him staring back at her. Her heart ached to let go, to fall in his arms forever and never leave.

Tasha turned on her heels and made her way to the door. She had to get away, before they did more than they already had. Alex’s hand wrapped around her bicep, not too tight, but enough to get her attention and silently tell her they weren’t finished. She tried to jerk away from his grasp, but he wouldn’t have any of that, and he pulled her against the hard pecks of his chest.

“Where are you going?” his raspy voice growled.

Alyssa Author Bio: Alyssa is a bestselling suspense author. She resides in the beautiful mountains of southern West Virginia with her loving husband and four wonderful children who put up with her writing craziness. They have been shushed more than once so she could write down something a character was saying.

As a stay at home mom and the family taxi driver, she still finds time to write about the alpha heroes and strong-willed heroines who keep her imagination running wild.
When not writing you can find her spending time with her family, reading, knitting and watching way too much reality TV.

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New Release News: The Doctor’s Deception by Kathleen Grieve

The Doctor’s Deception
Author: Kathleen Grieve
Genre: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: Nov. 30, 2012

Blurb: Hard-headed, straight-laced Dr Stone Lassiter is one heart surgeon about to lose everything he’s worked his entire career for.  He is locked in a battle of wills against the nurses of the surgical intensive care unit of Deerborne County General.

At first, the new doctor was definitely drool-worthy.  Sexy or not, the nurses have had enough!  Their secret weapon? Unsuspecting SICU nurse, Faith Daniels, a cool green-eye blonde that turns Dr. Lassiter’s head every time she’s near.  Poor Faith has the “worst luck” in drawing the short straw and is forced to work with Dr. Lassiter repeatedly.

Will the nurses’ plan to have Dr. Lassiter fall in love with one of their own work in softening him toward the nursing staff? Or will the little white lie Stone tells Faith to enlist her aid to obtain his goal destroy the fragile bond of love that has developed between them?


Faith moaned and woke to the constant chiming of her doorbell and pounding on the front door.  The wonderful, erotic dream of Stone painting her with melted chocolate burst.

She lifted her head and glanced at her clock. 7:00a.m. Groaning, she pulled the covers over her head and rolled onto her stomach, trying to recapture her fantasy.  Maybe whoever it was would go away if she ignored them.

Ding-dong… Ding-dong… Ding-dong…

“Oh, give it a rest already!” she yelled, climbing out of bed.  The cool morning air hit her bare legs and arms, and she shivered.

She reached the front door and yanked it open.

Stone Lassiter stood on her step, hand in air, ready to pound the unrelenting wood again.

Staring, her fogged brain tried to wake up.  Hadn’t he just been in her room?

No, that wasn’t real you nit-wit!   

You!  What’s the big idea?  Do you realize how early it is?  It’s my day off!”

Not to mention, I was in the middle of the best dream of my life.

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Thursday Night Check In: Because I felt like talking. #blogging

I thought I would swing by the blog and check in since I have mostly been posting other peoples writing and events the past few posts. Besides, I like to think you follow the blog because you’re genuinely interested in what I’m up to, or better yet, are a fan of my writing. (hey, a girl can dream)

Anyway, here’s what is up with me. 🙂

Nano comes to a close tomorrow and quite frankly, I won’t be winning two years in a row. Bummer — kinda. I mean, I’m not all depressed about it, but I am a little disappointed in myself. I’ve never been an excuse maker, so while I have theories on what worked against me (aside from my own excellent procrastination skills), it really doesn’t change the missed goal.

I basically content myself with the knowledge while I didn’t win last year either, I did finish Call of the Sea during Nano in 2011. Back then, it had the working title, The Pirate and The Selkie (real original, right?) The point here being — I “won” in the end, since you all know Call was published by Inkspell in June 2012.

The holidays are around the corner, and I’m stuck in that in between space where I want to get excited for Christmas, but it’s too early to see the Christmas specials and the commercial bombardment advertising its arrival. So, I’m in this weird sorta protest against getting into the Christmas spirit –yes, I am stubborn, a bit bull headed, and very Irish. 😛

My alter ego has had a busy month last month promoting authors for her publisher, Evernight –but her first of 3 December releases on 3rd. Hehe — three on the third — go figure. Feel free to go give R. Brennan some love if you are over 18 and enjoy erotica and erotic romance. (

December will be a VERY busy month for the blog with visits from every author in the J. Taylor Publishing release, MAKE BELIEVE. As one of my favorite YA authors would say — I’m chuffed about that.

So that’s what I’ve got brewing. What’s up with all of you. Any of you have news to share with the class? Feel free to shout it out in the comments section. 🙂

MuseItUp Publishing December Facebook Giveaway Event: Get in on this, people! #giveaway #eBook

I just got word from the publisher of my eBook, Blood and Fire that they will be hosting an amazing giveaway event on Facebook during the month of December.

Check this out!

I bet you are wondering what that all means at this point… Well, I will tell you 😛

From MuseItUp:

Beginning December 1st, I invite everyone to like our Facebook Event Page and share their fondest 2012 memory. We’ll offer one daily door prize with the winner announced the next day, along with FREE reads and specials.

On January 1st, one name will be drawn from all the comments posted in our Facebook Event Page. The grand prize? They’ll win every single door prize offered in the month of December…31 ebooks published in 2012 to cherish.


I’m up for 31 free ebook titles  — how about you? (you are crazy not to get in on this one — really)

What I’m Working On: Weekend Teaser #Erotica #EroticRomance

Happy weekend after Thanksgiving, everyone. I hope you all had a fantastic holiday and have loads to be thankful for.

I took the opportunity to use the extra time off to get some new writing done. HOORAY! *cue confetti*

While I will most likely not be a Nanowrimo winner this year, I have managed to make headway on a new story I am really excited about. Well, more like a new erotic series — but one story at a time, right? Anyway, I thought it would be fun to share a bit of the WIP with you all this weekend — think of it as my personal thank you to you all for following the blog.

This series will be a historical erotic series featuring a secret society over 400 hundred years in the making at the time of this particular story, set in early 18th century England.

Bear in mind, the teaser won’t include anything too HAWT, as I am still working into that part of the tale.

Justine headed for her quarters with a smile on her face. She’d worked hard all day, but Helen had treated her kindly, and the job didn’t seem to be too complicated. Plus, there’d been no mention of Justine bedding anyone. Her prospects were better than they’d been since her father’s death. There was a solid roof over her head and a warm pallet for her to sleep on.

Her sense of ease disintegrated when she got a look at what Helen had referred to as a uniform. It turned to abject horror when she actually tried the garment on.

While the dress had long fitted sleeves, that is where all modesty ceased. The neckline plunged dangerously low and would most assuredly spill her assets onto the table when she bent to offer a tray of food to one of the evenings diners. Her skirt, while full and relatively modest in the back, split wide in the front, offering an unfettered view of her legs from toe to mid thigh. She had stockings–black silk embroidered with a row of tiny black diamonds from anklebone to mid calf, but they only accentuated the expanse of exposed flesh at the top of the black, heeled boots.

Justine couldn’t imagine the harlots at the tavern down the street wearing less than she wore at that moment. She chewed her lower lip and paced the length of her room while she considered her options.

It was a short walk. If she left Chauncey House, she’d be forced to the tavern, where the clientele was less than upstanding–or clean–and her room would most assuredly be shared with any number of other girls. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t known what Chauncey House was when she’d gone there. She could always hope this would be the worst of it. Her hands fretted each other at her waist until a knock at the door startled her out of her reverie.

Justine looked down at her outfit and sighed. “Come in.”

Helen pushed open the door, a bright smile plumping her cheeks. “Ready?”

There you have it — a fair start to my estimations. As with most of my “adult” endeavors, this one will feature BDSM aspects and focus on the Master/slave dynamic.

So, what did you think? Does the snipit tweak your interest? Always keen to hear your thoughts. Drop a comment 🙂

Happy Sunday!

New Release News: Masks of a Tiger by Doris O’Connor #eroticromance

Welcome back to the Book Nook. Today we have another New Release to tell you all about. This one comes from Evernight author, Doris O’Connor and her recently released novel, Masks of a Tiger.

** This work is an erotic romance, so the excerpt below may contain text not suitable for those under 18


Neeve doesn’t understand why any normal person would choose to wear a collar, like a common house pet. So, the collaring ceremony of her best friend’s sister in law is the last place she wants to be, even if the hot men watching her send her insides aflame.

Never one for missing the opportunity to teach a bratty sub manners, Grisha intends to show the fiery little redhead the error of her ways. He doesn’t expect to see her drawn to the flame like the proverbial moth. When she hurts herself in ways that even a Dom of his experience finds hard to witness, he knows he needs to help her.

Will their sexual chemistry be enough to chase away their demons and burn away their masks? Or is the submission Grisha demands too much for Neeve to accept?


“Good girl, drink it all.” His voice had dropped an octave, and Neeve’s skin tightened in need. She tried to scoot away from him, but he anticipated her move, and in the flash of an eye he was sitting on the couch with her on his lap. His strong arms tightened around her when she tried to get off. “Stop it. You will just hurt yourself, and I can still put you over my knee.”

He chuckled into her neck when she snorted in frustration, and she glared at him.

“Sure, use your superior strength to make your point. Get off on beating up on women, do you?”

She regretted the words almost the minute they left her mouth, and she didn’t dare look at him.  He went so still, she couldn’t be sure he was even breathing.

His arms tightened around her for an instant, and then he sighed. One of his large hands trailed slowly up her side, until he reached her neck. He gently massaged the knot of tension away.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

The growly whisper was impossible to ignore. She forced her gaze upwards, and the grim determination on Grisha’s face took her breath away.

“Who hurt you, Neeve? Give me the name of the fucking bastard, and I’ll tear him limb from limb.”

The steely determination in his eyes, and the controlled, almost careful, way his chest rose and fell sent shivers down her spine. The tight grip he had on his emotions and the quiet way he studied her made her feel as though she was the prey he was about to pounce on. Rather than fear coursing through her veins, it was an entirely different emotion making her breath hitch and her nipples tighten. He noticed of course. He seemed to notice everything, and his gaze dropped briefly to her breasts. They ached under that quick visual as though he had run his hands over them, and Neeve shook her head.

“I wouldn’t give any man the satisfaction of being able to hurt me. I told you, I’m not a sub.”

Grisha closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them they glittered with barely suppressed fury. His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“If that is truly the way you feel, then why are you still sitting on my lap? Should you not be running away screaming?” He lifted his hands away from her, as if to make his point. “Yet here you sit. Why is that I wonder?”

“I … I… I’m not. … I mean…” Neeve hated how wobbly her voice sounded. Why was she still sitting on his lap?

“I’m sorry.” The words flew from her mouth before she knew she was going to say them. “I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know why I did, really.”

Grisha nodded, once. That was his only reaction. Hands placed on the couch either side of his legs he didn’t move, just watched her with that unwavering attention that pinned her, as though he had tied her to him with invisible bonds.

“Thank you for taking care of this.” She lifted her wrist and tried to smile at him, but her attempt wavered as his expression darkened. He took hold of her hand and turned it over. He bent his head and pressed a kiss into her palm. His hot breath sent tingles up her arm, and she clenched her hand into a fist. He kissed her knuckles, one at a time, before he pressed his lips against the bandage. He licked a path up her inner arm, leaving the most delicious tingles in its wake, and Neeve could almost forget who this man was and what he stood for. When he finally raised his head and looked at her, Neeve struggled to draw breath into her lungs.

“Why do you feel the need to mutilate this beautiful skin, sweetheart?”

“I … you wouldn’t understand. And it’s none of your business.”

He raised an eyebrow and smiled—a slow, sexy as sin, I-can-see-straight-through-your-bullshit-smile—that broke through every one of Neeve’s carefully constructed layers of witty comeback, years of pretense, and cut right into the pain she carried with her, lest she ever forget what happened.

“Trust me.”

The whispered statement hung between them, and Neeve shook her head.

“I don’t know you. How can I trust you?”

“Because sometimes it’s easier to tell someone you don’t know.” He cupped her chin and dug his fingers into her skin hard enough to hurt. “And because I get the whole need to mark skin thing, but you need to do it in a safe manner. I leave marks that fade, never scar. Marks that tease, and arouse, and get you so damn turned on, you’ll have the hottest sex you ever had. Marks that will proclaim I own you, at least whilst in a scene. Think on that, sweetheart, next time you stare into the flame.”

He let go of her so suddenly she felt bereft. As smoothly as he’d placed her on his lap, he moved her off it, until she was sitting on the couch looking up at him. He pulled a card out of his trouser pocket and placed into her hand. He leant down to do so, and Neeve’s stomach flipped over as he drew so close their breaths mingled. Her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of his kiss—a kiss she suddenly craved with every fiber of her being—a kiss that never came.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”  His lips hovered over hers, when she opened her eyes, and he smiled. Arms either side of her body, he obliterated her view of anything but him, but her senses drank in the sight and feel of his powerful body. He’d rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, and opened a few more buttons on his shirt, exposing a smattering of dark hair on his chest, and Neeve’s mouth watered. The contrast of the white shirt against his dark skin mesmerized her. She took in the play of muscles as he straightened away from her. With his tie loose around his neck, and his hands now pushed into his trouser pockets, he was the image of disheveled elegance.

“When you’re ready to trust me, look me up, Neeve.”


Author Bio: Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to newborn and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies and one very understanding and supportive husband.  Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her sexy Alpha heroes and sassy heroines  tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps. She writes contemporary, erotic and paranormal romance.

German born, Doris now resides in the middle of a busy town in Bedfordshire/England and dreams of a nice big house by the sea, with plenty of space to run kids and dogs and let her imagination soar.

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Guest Post: Combining Genres by AmyBeth Iverness #ANA2012

Today we have a guest post from AmyBeth Iverness, an author I met through Tiffany Reisz and the Felt Tips anthology due out in December. A big thank you to Amy for stopping in to spend a little time with us today.

AmyBeth’s short story The Peanut Gallery Rebellion is entered in the America’s Next Author competition!

Please read it, and if you like it, click VOTE. It does not require a log in to do either. If you are feeling especially generous, leaving a review is also greatly appreciated. (as all you authors out there can attest)

Combining Genres by AmyBeth Inverness

Fledgling writers are inundated with advice of what not to do. One of the biggies is “Thou Shalt Not Combine Genres.” This advice makes sense from the perspective of an agent looking at a query that describes the story as “an action-adventure with a western theme in space with strong romantic elements and a bisexual cast of characters.” Agents, and publishers, want to be able to categorize the story. When there are elements of many genres, that is almost impossible to do.

The first author I ever interviewed was Sara Creasy, author of Song of Scarabaeus and Children of Scarabaeus. The books were listed as Sci-Fi/Romance. Since those are my two favorite genres, and I most frequently write them combined, I was eager to read them. They were great SciFi stories with lots of action, and there was a strong romantic element. I enjoyed them both, but Sara herself agreed she wasn’t sure why they had received the Romance label. Fortunately, the book stores seemed to understand, and shelved the book in the Sci-Fi section.

It is the bookstore that is the driving force behind the mantra “Do not combine genres.” Shelf space is valuable. Writers should consider themselves fortunate (or highly successful) if they have physical books on real shelves at all. Putting a book on two different shelves only happens for the best sellers.

But what about the emerging dominance of electronic retail? Even if the reader is purchasing a hard cover or paperback, more and more people are doing their book-buying online instead of in brick-and-mortar stores. It is easy for an on-line store to list a book in as many different virtual bookshelves as desired.

The reality is still that agents and publishers still want to know how to categorize your book. If a writer self-publishes, they may choose to ignore that rule. But they might not want to… marketing requires some kind of focus. If the story crosses too many genres, a potential reader might just gloss over that choice in favor of others.

After NaNoWriMo 2010, I researched agents who might accept my story. In that case, it was a Romance novel with homosexual and polyandrous relationships in a Sci-Fi setting. I didn’t find many agents who were willing to represent all of those. If I tried to consider that I also had some faith-based stories, my choices of agents quickly fell to zilch.

Like Song of Scarabaeus, though, just because a story has a “strong romantic element” doesn’t mean it is a romance novel. Likewise, there are many advocates for categorizing GLBT Romances right in with heterosexual Romances. If a story has a secondary character who is gay, that shouldn’t automatically change the way the story is categorized.

The best advice, and the most often repeated, is “Write the Best Story You Can.” That remains true. However there are some very basic guidelines that writers should follow. A typical novel is between 50 and 100 thousand words. Shorter than 50,000 means it is a novella or short story. Longer than 100,000 means the author needs a very good reason as to why their story is so long. It should have a beginning, middle, and an ending. You should know what age group you’re writing for. Trying to claim that your series will appeal to kids from ages 8 to 18 is too broad a range (although the Harry Potter novels proved that this really can work.)

There is both hopelessness and hopefulness in combining genres. Hopeless, because multiple genres set off huge warning flags, and an agent or publisher might reject the story on that fact alone. Hopeful, because in writing the best story you can, it is very possible that you will include elements of romance, adventure, mystery, fantasy or dozens of other possibilities. Hopefully, even though many of these elements show up, your story can still be identified with just one or two.

About Amy Beth Iverness: 

A writer by birth, a redhead by choice, and an outcast of Colorado by temporary necessity, AmyBeth Inverness is a prolific creator of Science Fiction and Romance.  With short stories coming out in two different anthologies in 2012, she can usually be found tapping away at her laptop, writing the next novel or procrastinating by posting a SciFi Question of the Day on Facebook. When she’s not writing, she’s kept very busy making aluminum foil hats and raising two energetic kids and many pets with her husband in their New England home.

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Call of the Sea Made a Bestsellers List!! #CalloftheSea @inkspellpub #PNR

As some of you may know, I had my first real “Author Event” on Tuesday night at my local indie bookstore, Battenkill Books in my little town of Cambridge, NY. I had a great time talking with the attendees about my “road to publication” and about my debut novel, Call of the Sea.

Anyway, today in my email box I had a note from the owner of Battenkill Books, Connie Brooks, stating that Call of the Sea made their weekly Best Sellers List. She went on to say they report the list to the local paper here, The Post Star, and to the NY Times.

Now, I realize for many agented and top selling authors who are on the BIG Bestsellers lists, this is a no big deal sort of thing. But, for me, a debut author with one novel out with a small indie publisher, this is HUGE STUFF.  Just the idea my story may be mentioned in either the local papers or, heaven forbid and dare to dream, the NY Times, gives me a big warm fuzzy 🙂

So, from the very bottom of my heart, thank you to Battenkill Books and all the guests who came to the event and bought copies of Call of the Sea. You have made my year!

For the rest of you, if you are wondering what all the fuss is about, you should go out right now and get yourself a copy of Call of the Sea — now officially a Best Seller (in my little world). There are bunches of BUY links in the sidebar on the left side of the page.

Happy Thursday!

New Release News: Brooke’s Wish by Sandra Bunino (@SandraBunino) @evernightpub #erotic #romance

Things have been really hopping on the blog lately, and today is no different. The Book Nook has the pleasure of giving you the details on another fantastic Evernight Publishing release — this one is for  Brooke’s Wish by Sandra Bunino (who happens to be one of my favorite Evernight authors)


Here are all the fantastic details about this new erotic romance release:

Title: BROOKE’S WISH (The Satin Rose Experience series)
Author: Sandra Bunino
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Erotic Romance (Romance on the Go)
Release Date: November 2, 2012

Blurb: A failed relationship and long hours at her flourishing practice have Dr. Brooke Allaire running on empty. When Brooke accepts a girlfriend’s gift of some holiday pampering at New York City’s posh Satin Rose Experience, she assumes she’s in for a weekend of facials and massages. Brooke soon realizes there’s more to SRE than meets the eye.

Ty Venice is a team player. He’s used to sharing submissives with fellow Dom Jackson Reid. However, if there was ever a game changer, Dr. Brooke Allaire was it. That is, until he gets a glimpse at her ultimate fantasy, to be possessed by two men at once.

The Satin Rose Experience, New York’s elite BDSM club residing on the twentieth floor of Rosebud Resorts, contains ten uniquely themed suites, each with its own story to tell. Fulfill your fantasy at SRE.


“W-who’s there?” Brooke croaked. She put her hands on her hips and straightened her back.

A low chuckle erupted. “Don’t panic, princess. It’s just me.”

Ty. She took a deep breath and smiled.

“Sorry, love. I got carried away taking in the sight of you like this. You look magnificent, Brooke.” His southern drawl was more distinct than the night before.

Warm hands stroked the bare skin under the negligee between the corset and her lace panties. She shivered from the light touch traveling up her back. He untied the ribbon at her neck and slipped the negligee off her shoulders. Heat radiated from his body as he moved to face her and pulled the blindfold from her eyes.

“Hi there,” he said huskily.

Her stomach fluttered when she looked into his eyes. It was a different look for Ty Venice. Thick stubble covered his cheeks and the area above his lip. She recalled how his whiskers scratched her cheeks the previous night and her face heated when she anticipated his stubble abrading the skin of her inner thighs. She lowered her eyelids to his bare shoulders. Her breath caught at the sight of his muscular chest and arms. Reaching out, she traced her fingertips over the outline of a detailed rose tattooed on the muscular curve of his bicep. A combination of musk and manliness filled her senses. She continued her gaze downward and followed a line of soft hair to the unfastened button of rumpled khaki pants. Brooke looked back to his face and he smiled seemingly enjoying watching her visual journey down his body.

“Hi.” She smiled back.

Ty hooked his thumb under her chin and lifted her face to his.

“I heard you requested me, love.” His lips were just a whisper away from hers. “Everything okay?” There was concern in his voice.

Brooke opened her mouth to speak but closed it again and nodded. Her heart beat wildly as his hand gently stroked her cheek.

BROOKE’S WISH is available here:

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Sandra Bunino began a love of romance stories while penning a creative writing assignment in high school. The story ended with the heroine receiving a long stemmed red rose in her locker on Valentine’s Day. Since then, all of her stories feature the hero presenting the heroine with roses. Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.

Her books and short stories include Marooned in Miami, Lusted in Las Vegas, Sara’s Smile, The Satin Rose Experience (short story in the Keyboards and Kink anthology) and Mia’s Submission.

New Release News: Family Ties by Robin Badillo @evernightpub

Today on the Book Nook, we are featuring another amazing looking Evernight Publishing release, Family Ties by Robin Badillo. I can tell you right now, the cover on this one really grabbed me.


Here are the details on the Ms. Badillo’s new release:

Title: Family Ties

Author: Robin Badillo
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Erotic Romance


Every pack needs an alpha and every alpha needs a pack.

Tucker Wilde, a lone wolf, returns to the town where his shifter lineage first began, only to discover his rightful place as alpha has been handed down through another blood-line. To make matters worse, old family secrets threaten the fate of the love he’s destined to find.

Shifter, Tegan Blaid is the key to saving her pack by joining with the son of a powerful pack member, but her heart belongs to Tucker, the one wolf she was never meant to know.

Can Tucker and Tegan fight the forces against them to secure their positions in the pack, or is history determined to repeat itself despite their family ties?


She held her breath when the oversized wolf emerged into the clearing. Every muscle in his broad shoulders flexed and she could see the rise and fall of his chest with every heavy breath he took.

Tegan rose to her feet and reached for the thick fur around his neck. God, he’s so beautiful.

Not nearly as breathtaking as you.

“Wait?” She withdrew her hand. “You really can read my thoughts.”

Can’t all wolves hear each other’s thoughts? He nudged her hand with his snout.

“No.” Tegan splayed her fingers through his coat, tugging on it as she massaged the firm muscles between his shoulder blades. “I’ve never heard another wolf’s thoughts and as far as I know, none have ever heard mine.” This is crazy.

We’re just special, I guess.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Tucker moved closer, rubbing himself against her thigh. Run with me.

“Tucker, I…” Tegan drew his warm body near, hugging him to her leg. “Okay. Okay”

Tucker eased back and sat on his haunches.

Tegan swallowed hard as a flurry of angst dashed through her body. In order to run, her clothes had to go.

Keenly aware of Tucker’s intense stare, Tegan removed his jacket and let it fall to the ground, her eyes fixated on his. “Are you going to watch me undress?” Her heart raced and she struggled to control the goose-bumps rippling across her skin as she awaited his reply.

Do you want me to watch you?

Tegan nodded. But not like that.

Tucker immediately transitioned back into his human form and stood across from her, naked, and glistening with beads of perspiration.

As her gaze trailed downward, moisture gushed between her legs when her eyes feasted upon his massive erection jutting upward toward his stomach. Holy Hell.

Tucker ran his hand up the length of his shaft and thumbed the slit. He bit his bottom lip as though pleased to present himself to her. “Your turn.”

“God, you’re beautiful.”

“Nowhere near as breathtaking as you.”

Tegan stepped closer, unbuttoning her blouse. “Have you ever been with a shifter?”

Tucker swallowed hard, his eyelids lowering to half-mast as he visually took her in.  “Didn’t even know I was a shifter until recently.”

Dismissing his reply, Tegan moved on to her next question. “Why can’t other wolves hear me?”

“I don’t know. Maybe no other wolf is meant to.”

Good answer. She licked her lips, giving her instincts free reign over her body as she slinked toward him. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Your scent is everywhere.”

Tucker reached out and cupped the back of her neck with his right hand, drawing her face closer, inches from his. “Not everywhere—yet.” With that, his mouth crashed into hers and a growl like none she’d ever heard echoed into the night.

Tucker tore away her top and ran long, thick fingers up and down her back, pulling and tugging at her bra as his hot kisses trailed along her throat.

“God, you smell so good.” Tucker dropped to his knees and quickly unfastened her jeans, jerking them down from side to side, licking her stomach and nipping at the tender skin on her hip bones as he ventured lower.

Her panties were next and she stepped out of them as he guided them past her knees.

“Now let’s see how you taste.”

Tegan shuddered as he selfishly lapped at her freshly waxed mound. She sucked air through her teeth when he parted her lips and probed her clit with the hardened tip of his tongue.

“Shit.” Her knees weakened and she felt herself losing the battle to stand.

Tucker stopped and lowered her to the ground.

In seconds, his lips found hers again. His tongue plunged deep and she sucked it, tasting her own tangy juices. “I want you so bad.” Tegan moaned.

“Then have me.”



Robin Badillo is a down to earth mother of four, born and raised in a small Texas town where she still resides with her nearly grown kids and two spoiled dogs.

After years of being a wife and mom, complete with company picnics and fundraisers for the P.T.A., Robin found herself starting over when her husband of fifteen years suddenly passed away in 2006. With no particular skills to speak of, Robin took the advice of friends and family and followed her heart and passion for writing into the publishing world.

A fan of paranormal and southern romance novels, Robin does her best to offer up a plethora of tasty morsels to satisfy her reader’s appetite. Whether vampires, werewolf shifters or just good ol’ country boys, Robin strives to create heroes to die for and heroines to who will knock your socks off.

Adversity is Robin’s motivation, which explains why she’s a true believer that grey hair is simply God’s graffiti.


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